红墨水 第10期

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I met the old man at a cafe.I was a stranger in the town.

"Did you hear the radio news yesterday?" he asked me.

"I didn't," I said. "Was there anything exciting?"

"Exciting,no!It was important to me--and very, very sad.A pack of hungry dogs killed and ate my best friend."

"Oh dear!" I cried. "I am sorry. How did it happen?"

"He was working in his field on the hillside. The pack attacked him there.We'll never know all the facts, of course. When he didn't return, I went to the field and―"

"You found the body?" I asked.

The old fellow drank half his coffee. "The body?" he repeated. "No, no. I said they were hungry dogs, didn't I? The big bones were lying here and there in the field. But I found this―" He pushed open a matchbox which he was holding in his hand.

The box contained a man's thumb.It was lying on some white,bloody material.There was a cut--an old cut--on the thumbnail.

"See that cut," the man said. "I recognized it. This is my friend's right thumb. The dogs ate the rest of him."

The old man began to cry then.He finished his coffee quickly and left the cafe.I drank mine and called the wai- ter.

"I'll pay the gentleman's bill," I said."Please don't trouble him with it.His poor friend--how awful! You've heard the news?"

The waiter laughed, "Yes, there's a hole in the bottom of the matchbox. He puts his own thumb through the hole. The 'blood' is red ink, I believe. Is the story worth a cup of coffee, sir?"

我是在咖啡馆遇到那位老人的。我初来乍到，对这个城市很陌生。

“你昨天听新闻广播了吗?”他问我。

“没听，”我说，“有什么激动人心的事吗?”

“激动人心，不!那件事对我非常重要――而且非常非常让人伤心。一群饿狗咬死并吃了我最要好的朋友。”

“噢天哪！”我大声叫道，“真遗憾。那到底是怎么回事？”

“他当时正在山坡上的地里干活。那群狗在那里向他发起了进攻。当然，我们永远也无法知道所有的事实。没见他返回，我就到了那块地里，然后――”

“你发现了尸体？”我问。

老人喝了半杯咖啡。“尸体？”他反问道，“不，不是。我说过那是一群饿狗，不是吗？田地里到处都是那些大骨头。可我发现这――”他推开拿在手里的一个火柴盒。

火柴盒里有一个人的大姆指。大姆指放在下面是血淋淋的白色东西上。大姆指指甲上有一道伤疤――是一道旧伤疤。

“看到那伤口了吧，”老人说，“我认出来了。这是我朋友的右拇指。那些狗吃掉了他身体的其他部分。”

说完，老人开始哭了起来。之后，他迅速喝完咖啡，离开了那家咖啡馆。我也喝完了自己的咖啡，叫了一声酒吧招待。

“我给那位先生买单，”我说，“请别麻烦他了。他可怜的朋友――真是可怕啊！你听说过这个消息吗？”

招待哈哈大笑。“是的，那个火柴盒底有一个窟窿。他将自己的姆指伸了进去。我相信那上面的‘血’是红墨水。这个故事值一杯咖啡吗，先生？”